Dominic Shaba

Wish you the best Arsenal ❤️

Sadio Mané: “When it was my turn for the trial, there was an older man looking at me like I didn’t belong there. He asked, ‘Are you here for the trial?’ and I said yes. ‘With those shoes? Look at them. How do you expect to play in those?’ he said. They really were old and worn out. Then he added, ‘And those shorts? Don’t you have proper football shorts?’ I told him I had come with the best equipment I had and that all I wanted was the chance to play and show what I could do. When I stepped onto the pitch, you should have seen the surprise on his face. He came over to me afterwards and said, ‘I’ll sign you straight away. You’ll play for my team.’ I went hungry, went through difficult times, played football barefoot and didn’t go to school. I don’t really know what fun is. I’ve never gone to parties because I know that if I don’t give everything, I won’t perform well on the pitch and I won’t reach my goals. Today, with what I earn, I can help others. I’ve built schools and a stadium. We’ve provided clothes, shoes and food for people living in extreme poverty. Why would I want ten Ferraris, twenty diamond watches and two aeroplanes? What good do those things do for the world?”

Sadio Mané: "I remember the first day I arrived in France for trials and to sign with Metz. The next day, I called my mother and said: "Hi mom, I’m in France." She said: "What, what France?" She couldn’t believe it. I replied: "France, in Europe." She responded: "What do you mean Europe? You live in Senegal, you should be with your uncle." I said: "Yes, but now I’m in Europe." She was so surprised, so shocked, that she called me every day to ask if it was real. She didn’t believe me until one day I told her to turn on the TV and watch me play. Finally, she understood that my dream had come true."

Mangosuthu University of Technology graduate Nosipho Ngidi broke down in tears while receiving her qualification. Known for selling sweets and chips on campus to support herself, she even carried the chips with her onto the stage.🔥🤌🤎

I painted this! Please spare me 2 secs of your time to reshare 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

Memo to all Arsenal fans, worldwide: we’re on the cusp of historic greatness. It’s time to park all our doubts, fears, concerns and critiques, and get 💯 behind the team until the end of the season. Let our rivals hate us - as they are - but let’s stay rock solid in our support.

"She saved a stranger’s child with $15. Decades later, she discovered why he had been searching for her. In 1982, a Kenyan boy named Chris Mburu stood on the brink of losing everything. He was the brightest student in his rural district, studying by lamplight inside an earthen house without electricity. But his family could not afford his school fees. Without help, his education would end — along with any chance of escaping a life spent picking coffee in the fields. Meanwhile, across the world in Sweden, an 80-year-old kindergarten teacher named Hilde Back came across a notice for a child sponsorship program. She chose a name from a list: Chris Mburu, Kenya. She began sending $15 every school term. There was no recognition, no expectation of gratitude — just a quiet decision to help a child she believed she would never meet. That small amount changed everything. Chris stayed in school. Over time, he and Hilde exchanged letters. She asked about his teachers, his studies, and his dreams. Through her words, he realized she wasn’t just part of an organization. She was a real person who believed in him. And he never forgot her. Chris eventually graduated at the top of his law class at the University of Nairobi. He later earned a Fulbright scholarship to Harvard. He went on to become a United Nations human rights lawyer, helping prosecute genocide and crimes against humanity around the world. Yet one thing always weighed on his heart. He had never properly thanked the woman who made his journey possible. In truth, he barely knew who she was. In 2001, Chris founded a scholarship program for children like himself — talented students from poor families whose potential might otherwise be lost. He asked the Swedish Ambassador in Kenya to help him locate his mysterious sponsor so he could name the foundation after her. They found her. Hilde Back. Still alive. Still living quietly in Sweden. Chris traveled to meet her for the first time. He expected to meet a wealthy philanthropist. Instead, he found a humble, warm woman living simply — genuinely surprised that anyone considered her actions remarkable. Then filmmaker Jennifer Arnold began documenting their reunion. During her research, she uncovered something Hilde had never told Chris. Hilde Back had not been born in Sweden. She was born in Nazi Germany in 1922 to a Jewish family. At sixteen, when Hitler’s Nuremberg Laws banned Jewish children from attending school, strangers helped smuggle her to Sweden. Her parents stayed behind because Sweden’s refugee policies did not allow older Jews to enter. Both were later sent to concentration camps. Her father died there. Her mother disappeared, never to be heard from again. Hilde survived the Holocaust because strangers helped her escape. She lost her own education because of who she was. Fifty years later, she quietly paid for the education of a child across the world — a child who would grow up to fight the same hatred that destroyed her family. When Chris learned her story, he wept. Hilde, meanwhile, had no idea that the boy she sponsored had devoted his life to prosecuting genocide. In 2003, Hilde traveled to Kenya for the inauguration of the Hilde Back Education Fund. The entire village welcomed her as an honorary elder. In 2012, she returned again to celebrate her 90th birthday, surrounded by hundreds of children whose futures had been transformed through her generosity. Hilde Back passed away on January 13, 2021, at the age of 98. Today, the Hilde Back Education Fund has supported nearly 1,000 Kenyan children in continuing their education. Many have graduated from universities around the world. Many now give back — mentoring younger students and contributing monthly donations to support the next generation. One woman. Fifteen dollars. One child. That child created a foundation. That foundation changed hundreds of lives. And those lives continue to change others.

🔸The way the world is talking about Zimbabwe after today’s T20 victory is how I want the world to always talk about us. Dominant. Competent. United. All those beautiful words that Zimbabwe was once known for. Thank you, Chevrons for putting respect on our name. Representing Zimbabwe on the international stage is the highest honour. #TeamZimbabwe🇿🇼

We’ve done it! 🇿🇼 🥳 #T20WorldCup

It was a pleasure meeting Hon. Elvis Chishala Nkandu, Zambia 🇿🇲 Minister for Youth, Sport and Arts, a truly memorable interaction Slippers from @goldcoasttokota

Congratulations to the Bishop of Masvingo, Rt. Rev. Raymond T. Mupandasekwa for being elected the President of the Zimbabwe Catholic Bishops' Conference. @VaticanNews @TheMirrorMsv @ZBCNewsonline @RadioChiedza @HeraldZimbabwe @Pontifex

Motherwell cruised to a completely dominant victory over Livingston to move two points behind third-placed Celtic in the Scottish Premiership courtesy of a Tawanda Maswanhise double. #BBCFootball

🇸🇳🥳 Crystal Palace players welcome back AFCON winner Ismaila Sarr! ❤️

Just dream, pray & hustle ✌️ God will bless our hustles ❤️ #PoojaInTurkey

🚨 From AFCON to Champions League! Covering the Champions League at the pitchside for the first time EVER. ✅️ Galatasaray vs. Atletico Madrid. Let's sho0t the Champions League 🔥 #PoojaInTurkey

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“I drive Uber on the night shift. You meet all kinds. Drunks, lovers, tired nurses. At 2 AM, I picked up a guy from a hospital. He got in the back, looking shell-shocked. Didn't say a word. We drove in silence for ten minutes. Then I heard a sniffle. I glanced in the rearview. He was staring out the window, tears streaming down his face. "Rough night?" I asked quietly. "My wife," he choked out. "She just... the cancer. She's gone." My heart stopped. I turned off the meter. "I'm not taking you home yet," I said. He looked up, confused. "What?" "You can't go to an empty house right now. Not yet." I pulled into an all-night diner. "Come on. Coffee and pie. On me." He hesitated, then nodded. We sat in that booth for three hours. He told me about her laugh. How they met. How she hated peas. I just listened. When I finally dropped him off at 6 AM, the sun was coming up. He shook my hand. "Thank you," he said. "For not making me be alone in the dark." I didn't make a dime that night. But it was the most important drive of my life.” ~Shihaan Hussain

A Legend 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾 Retweet For Sadio Mane Like For Sadio Mane❤️❤️

Begged for a photo with the @CAF_Online President ❤️😍